­­­­­You were keen about leaving me, leaving us. I wasn’t. I wanted you to stay. I pleaded, begged, cried and yelled. No!

A decade later, you have moved on, I have too. I have a loving husband and a cute little child too.

Today, I am a poet. A successful poet. Published, awarded and recognized.

When people can’t relate my life to the melancholy I garner in my words, they ask me how I do it.

Little do they know, as much as I try to let go, my words are keen on holding on to you, my only love.



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